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Master Poja was sure he saw two figures dash past. He couldn’t sleep after the downpour, and decided to walk around. But then he saw them. He was very sure he saw them run towards the training fields. He went with his lamp into the fields, and he hadn’t looked far before he saw them. Amare and Zina. His jaw dropped as he watched the two Asters, pressed against each other, lost in their lips, oblivious to his presence. He was wrong about that though. Zina and Amare were very much aware of his presence. But they didn’t seem to care. They liked each other. A lot. None of them had voiced it, but it was there, glaring at them in their faces like a fuchsia blouse in a wardrobe of black blouses. “These hormonal kids,” Master Poja winced, as if their touching bodies
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